Hangsang | MYG JHS | One Shot
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Pair: Idol!Yoongi x f!reader x Idol!Hoseok
Summary: Yoongi only agreed to one last night out before comeback season swallowed Bangtan’s freedom whole. He wasn’t expecting a private club in Seoul to turn into the start of a problem with a pretty face, a dangerous pull, and feelings that got complicated far too fast. So what happens when one reckless night leaves Yoongi wanting something he can’t stop thinking about?
Genre: Idol au, Arirang comeback, smut with some plot, I guess.
Warnings: Hard Dom Hoseok and Soft Dom Yoongi, proceed with care! This is in Yoongi’s POV because we all love his thoughts and feelings okay! This is very much sope indulgence because cmon, look at them. If Oh, Angel! Hoseok and Illicit Favors Yoongi were in the same AU, it would be this.
WC: 17k
If Yoongi could pick one decision he made in the recent months to regret, it would be this one.
Not the high-pitched yelp that he allowed his members to keep hidden in one of the Arirang tracks, not even the bet that he could outdrink Park Jimin, which he unsurprisingly lost and was fucked up for several days while they were in Los Angeles. Revealing that he had a black cat and sharing one of the parts of his life that still remained his and his alone came close, but it still didn’t compare to this.
Because this led him to a club in the expensive part of Seoul.
The nightclub sat behind a black stone facade in Cheongdam, the kind of place that didn’t need a sign because the people who belonged there already knew how to get in. Inside, the air carried the layered smell of expensive liquor, cold citrus twisted over crystal rims, perfume that clung to the back of the throat, and the faint burn of cigarette smoke sneaking in every time someone slipped through the terrace doors.
The bass stayed low enough not to rattle the made-to-order furniture, but it still moved through the floor under Yoongi’s shoes, steady and deep, threading through the room with the sharp snap of a snare and the soft wash of a woman laughing too loud somewhere near the bar. The lighting stayed dim on purpose, all amber glow and shadows, flattering skin, blurring edges, making every face look a little softer and every mistake easier to hide.
Velvet booths curved along the walls, black marble caught the light beneath bottles lined up like display pieces, and the servers moved through the room with the kind of practiced silence that came from being paid well enough not to hear anything they shouldn’t.
This was one of the few places in Seoul where famous people like Yoongi got to act like they had no one watching.
An actor with a household name had a girl half in his lap in the corner booth and didn’t bother moving his hand when staff walked past. Two idols Yoongi met at award shows were bent over a table near the back, laughing with their heads too close together while one of them tapped a white pill from a silver case into his palm like it was nothing. A chaebol heir was already drunk enough to be rude, waving a glass around while his friends ignored him and kept ordering.
No phones were visible unless someone wanted a number, no one took photos, and no one stared for long because that was the whole point of the place. Money bought the room, the music, the locked doors, and most of all the silence after.
Yoongi could see the appeal of it, the perfect picture of a good time sold to him in the back of a dressing room earlier today. Hoseok could be very convincing when he wanted to, telling Yoongi that he liked this place because nobody asked questions, nobody pretended to be clean, and everyone in the room was honest about wanting one thing for a few hours: to do whatever they wanted and leave it there by morning.
What made Yoongi agree wasn’t the promise of expensive liquor, he had plenty of it at home, but a change in scenery and a taste of the type of freedom they were about to give up now that their comeback was just around the corner.
Going around the world for the biggest world tour of their career meant secrets were harder to hide, free time impossible to come by. So Yoongi was easily agreeing to join his best friend tonight, even if the both of them still had practice in the morning.
Because everyday was practice day now, even on weekends like this.
Then one might ask themselves, what could possibly have made Yoongi regret saying yes to his insisting younger friend?
Well. The very reason was dressed like sin, making her way to Yoongi’s spot in the empty corner of the bar.
You wore black like you had chosen the room to match you; the top hugged your body in sharp, structured lines, sheer in the places that made a man look twice and fitted enough to leave very little to the imagination once he did. It pushed your chest up beneath a soft lace edge, the boning drawing his attention down the center of your torso to the narrow pull of your waist, and from there to the short black skirt sitting high on your thighs.
Silver chains draped across one side of it, catching the low amber light whenever you moved, just enough shine to drag his eyes lower to the long line of your legs and the thin black straps circling your ankles.
Yoongi should have looked once and then looked away, but instead his gaze moved over you slowly like it always did, taking in each detail with the same quiet focus he reserved for the important things in his life.
By the time you reached him, your perfume had made it to him first, floral but expensive, not sweet enough to be innocent, softened by the smell of liquor and smoke hanging in the room. You did not hesitate when you stopped beside him. You did not glance around like you were impressed to be there, did not shift awkwardly under the weight of the room or the kind of people it held. You moved like this place was familiar, like you had walked through these locked doors a dozen times before and never once second-guessed where to stand once inside.
That ease was almost worse than the outfit, if Yoongi was being honest with himself. It settled over you naturally, in the lift of your chin, the calm set of your mouth, the way you leaned one hip lightly against the bar as if you belonged in places men spent entire careers trying to earn access to, and now his full attention was yours before you had even said a word.
“We didn’t drag you out tonight so you’d be alone at the bar, you know?” you naturally leaned closer to Yoongi so you could speak to him without having to shout, making him regrettably smell the cherry from your lips. “Come dance with us.”
Your dark nails circled Yoongi’s bicep as you gave his arm a squeeze, light enough to be polite, yet lingering enough to be familiar.
Because of course you were familiar with each other, you shared a home with his best friend. And even before you and Hoseok became official roommates, you had been friends with the younger man for a few too many years at this point; having met in one of the dance classes Hoseok taught on the weekend to make some extra money when they were only trainees trying to make it big in the music world.
“I did enough dancing for a day,” Yoongi said, the answer coming quicker than it should have, like he needed to get it out before your hand on his arm made him forget what words were for. Still, instead of leaving it there, he kept going, words slipping out easier than they usually did with him: “We had practice earlier. My whole body’s been complaining since the second hour, and I’m having a harder time than I thought I would getting back into it after the break.”
Your hand moved slowly up his arm, dark nails tracing over the fabric of his sleeve before your palm settled on his shoulder, warm and light, as if touching him like this was the most natural thing in the world.
“Your body seems just fine to me.” the way you said it was almost too innocent, too easy, but Yoongi still heard something else in it.
Maybe it was because your eyes did not stay politely on his face after. They dipped lower, taking in the way his shirt stretched a little tighter across his chest than it used to a few months ago, then stopped at the chain resting against his collarbone before lifting back to him. It was subtle enough that somebody else might have missed it. Yoongi didn’t.
“If you’re not going to dance,” you said, fingers still resting on his shoulder, “At least do a shot with me?”
That, he could agree to.
Because it meant he did not have to move from the nest he made for himself at the bar, and maybe more importantly, it gave him a reason to keep you right where you were for a little longer.
Yoongi lifted a hand and caught the bartender’s attention with a short wave, holding up two fingers. A minute later, two small glasses were set down in front of you, the clear liquid inside catching the club light.
The bartender had barely stepped back before Yoongi caught his glass and watched you do the same with yours. You paused, eyes flicking from the clear liquid to Yoongi’s face.
“Just like that?” you asked, voice dipped low enough that it stayed between the two of you even with the music pressing through the room. Then your red painted mouth curved, playful and warm. “No love shot?”
Yoongi let out a quiet breath through his nose, somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, already knowing he should say no; if only for his own quickly slipping sanity. Instead, he found himself looking at you again, at the way you were standing close enough now that your knee nearly brushed his, your perfume sitting soft beneath the sharper smell of alcohol and citrus.
“You do this with everybody?” he asked, licking between his lips out of habit.
“Only when they need help loosening up.” there was something easy in the way you said it, like you had already decided he would agree and were just waiting for him to catch up.
Before Yoongi could come up with an answer worth saying out loud, you stepped in closer and looped your arm through his. The movement was smooth, practiced, your body fitting against his side without hesitation, the bare skin of your arm warm against him. Yoongi felt it immediately, that simple point of contact settling into his body harder than the drink in his hand ever could.
He should have been used to pretty women, to closeness, to flirtation that did not mean anything by the end of the night. But this was you, and that made it different in a way he did not want to examine too closely.
“Come on.” you murmured, lifting your glass with that same unwavering smile. “You can handle one shot.”
Yoongi looked at your face and meant to keep looking there. He really did. But then you held his eyes as you tipped the glass back, and the line of your throat moved when you swallowed, and his gaze betrayed him at the last second, dropping to your mouth where your lips had parted against the rim. He caught the shine left there after, the quick press of your tongue as you pulled the glass away, and by then his own shot was suddenly harder to ignore. He drank it a second too late, the liquor going down hot and clean, but he barely tasted it over the rush already working its way through him.
You did not pull away once it was done. If anything, you stayed there another beat, arm still looped with his, shoulder brushing his. Then your face scrunched a little when the burn hit properly, nose wrinkling, eyes narrowing for half a second before you exhaled a soft laugh. It was a small reaction, unguarded and honest, and so unexpectedly cute that it pulled a smile out of Yoongi before he could stop it.
“Still can’t handle strong alcohol?” he asked, turning slightly toward you.
“If Jimin asks, tell him I didn’t even flinch.” you said with another smile and Yoongi felt himself mirroring it.
“I promise.”
Yoongi barely had time to set his empty glass back on the bar before a familiar voice cut through the music behind you, followed by the sudden warmth of a body crowding into your space.
Hoseok came up flushed and damp from the dance floor, shirt clinging a little at the collar, hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. His arm slipped around your waist with the kind of easy claim that came from habit, casual enough to look thoughtless, and it still made something in Yoongi’s mood pull tighter.
You let out a small yelp when he caught you off guard, your body tipping just enough to nearly lose balance in those heels before a giggle left you and you turned in his hold, one hand coming up to push Hoseok’s hair back from his forehead.
“What’s taking you so long?” Hoseok asked, the words softened by a slight slur that told Yoongi he’d already had enough to stop counting.
“I couldn’t convince him to come dance.” you told Hoseok, and now your smile was aimed at the other man even when your eyes found Yoongi over your shoulder.
“I told you he wouldn’t.”
Hoseok did not mean anything by it. Yoongi knew that. There was no edge in his voice, no challenge, no smugness, just the loose confidence of someone who had known him long enough to guess right.
Still, it annoyed him a little more than it should have, the way Hoseok gathered you up so easily and turned with you toward the crush of people moving under the lights. Like it was nothing. Like you had always fit there at his side. Yoongi watched the two of you disappear back into the bodies on the dance floor, Hoseok’s hand still at your waist, your laugh swallowed by the music a second later, and for some reason he hated how natural it looked.
Yoongi stayed where he was for a while after you disappeared, one hand resting against the edge of the bar, the noise of the club carrying on around him without asking whether he wanted to be part of it or not. He could still taste the shot on his tongue, still catch traces of your perfume every time somebody passed close enough with the wrong floral note, and it made the whole thing worse.
He knew exactly how he looked, standing there alone with his jaw set too tight, nursing a mood nobody else seemed to share. It felt pathetic the longer he let himself sit in it, like he was throwing himself a private pity party in the middle of a room full of people too drunk and too distracted to care.
And the most annoying part was that his body was not even aching that badly anymore. Not enough to justify hiding at the bar like he had some noble reason for staying put. So with a quiet curse to nobody but himself, Yoongi pushed away from the counter and followed the path Hoseok had taken, slipping between bodies, shoulder brushing strangers, the bass growing heavier the closer he got to the center of the floor.
He found the two of you quicker than he wanted to. Maybe because some part of him had known exactly where to look. Maybe because the sight of you with Hoseok cut through everything else in the room too easily. Yoongi stopped short, wishing immediately that he had stayed at the bar.
Hoseok had you pulled in close, one hand low on your hip, fingers spread in a way that made Yoongi’s stomach turn over unpleasantly, and he was kissing you like there was nobody else around to see it. Not the crowd pressing in on every side, not the lights cutting across the room, not the music low and slow enough to make everything feel intimate whether it should or not.
Your hands had slipped into Hoseok’s hair, holding him there, and the two of you moved together to the beat without breaking apart, mouths still locked, then dragging over each other in the kind of kiss that had gone well past playful. It was messy in the way real want often was, unselfconscious and warm and far too easy to watch for longer than Yoongi should have.
And this, right now, was another reminder of his regrettable decision.
As if this night hadn’t been enough torture, now Yoongi couldn’t sleep.
Maybe it was the fact that he was on a couch in Hoseok’s penthouse, and not in his comfortable king size at his own home. Maybe he missed Tang coming in for a late night cuddle session before falling asleep on the pillow next to him. Maybe it was even because this damn fridge never stopped humming.
Actually, it was probably because while Yoongi was alone in the living room, he knew exactly what Hoseok and you were doing in the master bedroom at the end of the hallway.
Yoongi should have left the club on his own when he saw the two of you making out on the dance floor, but his own pride was too big for him to run away from a problem like that. And this wasn’t even a real problem… You were both single, as far as Yoongi knew, both consenting adults who happened to live together in separate rooms.
Maybe saying no to the ‘just crash at my place and we can go to the company building together in the morning, since it’s closer’ should have been easier. But even that would have been out of character for Yoongi, who crashed more at Hoseok’s place than his own for the first six months after they stopped living together at the dorm.
And this felt too much like nostalgia to pass up, tonight was the first time Yoongi was sleeping over after their military service ended. Besides, Yoongi thought whatever happened at the club would have ended there, he didn’t think Hoseok’s grabby hands would have followed you in the backseat of a shared car, up the elevator, then dragging you into his bedroom telling Yoongi a simple ‘the couch is all yours, see you tomorrow, hyung!’ like it was the most mundane thing in the world.
Much to your and his friend’s credit, you were keeping quiet for the most part. So quiet that if Yoongi hadn’t heard a small moan on his way to the guest bathroom a couple hours ago, he could have lied to himself that you’d just gone to sleep.
The annoyingly bright digital clock on the TV rack was showing 04:27 when Yoongi heard a door opening and small footsteps coming down the hall. He closed his eyes immediately, pretending to be asleep. But then a second later curiosity was getting the best of him, making him raise his upper body on his elbows and peek over the back rest of the couch.
Since the penthouse’s main room was one long open space, Yoongi had a clear view straight into the kitchen from the couch where he was laying. The living room bled into it without walls, only the back of the sofa breaking up the floor before the marble island began. No lights were on, but the city still spilled in through the tall windows, enough to catch the pale counter tops, the shine of the faucet over the sink, and the outline of the stools tucked beneath the island. It left everything in that soft blue-gray darkness that made the apartment feel even quieter at this hour, which is why he was able to hear you in the first place.
You were trying to be quiet as a mouse, walking on the balls of your feet, even hunched a little like characters did in cartoons when trying to be sneaky. Yoongi had to hold down a chuckle as your every movement was measured as you reached for one of the plastic cups left to dry close by the sink.
“Can't sleep?” Yoongi’s voice sounded raspy even to his own ears, low in the quiet living room.
“Oh, shit–”
The sound of his voice hit you so suddenly that your whole body jerked. The plastic cup slipped right out of your fingers, bounced once against the edge of the sink, then skittered across the marble with a loud, hollow rattle that scared even him.
You lunged after it with both hands, catching it at the last second just before it tipped off the counter and clattered onto the floor, then froze there for a beat, bent over the island with one hand pressed to your chest as if you could calm your heart back down by force.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you–” Yoongi rushed with a grimace, sitting up all the way so you could see him and remember there wasn’t an intruder in your house.
“Did I wake you?” was your worry as you held the plastic cup to your chest. “I was trying to keep it down, but this damn fridge hums.”
“It really does.” Yoongi chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair that was just finishing drying after the shower he took before settling on the couch for the night.
“I keep telling Seok we need a new one.” even in the dark, Yoongi could see you roll your eyes. “For someone so rich, he's really a cheapskate.”
“Do you tell him that?” Yoongi arched an eyebrow, knowing if anyone –besides Jungkook– would be brave enough to say that to Hoseok, it would be you.
“Mhm, to his face. Do you think he's attached?” you waited for Yoongi to shrug before continuing your task of taking the plastic cup to the fridge water dispenser. “Well, too bad if he is, I'm saving to get a new one as soon as you guys go on tour.”
“I'm sure you'll have no trouble.”
Laying down and trying to sleep didn’t seem important anymore, so Yoongi got up from the couch and walked the few steps to reach the marble island. Now that he was closer, he could see you better thanks to the city lights coming in from the floor to ceiling glass windows.
You were wearing an oversized shirt that Yoongi knew for a fact belonged to Namjoon at some point, but must’ve somehow gotten mixed up with Hoseok’s things, which you now probably wore to sleep, none the wiser.
“What's keeping you awake?” you asked him when the plastic cup was full and the loud fridge quietened enough.
“Too noisy in my head.” Yoongi replied with a small shrug, palms resting on top of the marble in front of him.
“Ah. You're the heavy thinking type.” you mused between long sips of the cold water, stating it more than asking.
“I guess you could say.” Yoongi watched you watching him, no motion to leave the kitchen yet, so he asked: “You?”
“Too much adrenaline to be laying down. Seok always passes out after–” you trailed off when you caught yourself, eyes widening as if just hearing your own words back. “Oh, that was awkward. I'm sorry, you probably don't want to hear about your friend's bedside manners.”
“We lived together for ten years, I already heard a lot more than I'd like.” Yoongi shook his head. “You're fine.”
Yoongi might never be fine again after tonight, but there was no reason to make you feel out of sorts in your own house. You had no way of guessing about his interest in you, neither did his friend.
“I didn’t know you two were dating.” Yoongi said in what he hoped came out as casual. “Hoseok didn’t say anything to us.”
“Oh, god, we're not.” you shook your head with a laugh, throwing the water you didn’t finish into the sink before rinsing the cup to clean it again. “We're just friends who have sex sometimes.”
“Are you sure? He's always talking about you.” Yoongi didn’t mean to pry, but he’d lie if he said hearing that didn’t mend something annoying in his chest. So call him selfish, but he wanted to hear more about how you weren’t exactly a thing.
“We're best friends, why wouldn't he talk about me?” you said as you shook the cup as if trying to take the excess water off before placing it back where you’d gotten it. “Seok doesn't want a relationship right now, and as much as I love him, we wouldn't work out like that.”
You drifted closer after drying your hands on a dish towel, coming around the side of the island until you stood directly across from Yoongi. Then you leaned forward, resting your elbows on the cool marble, easy and unguarded now that the first surprise had worn off.
In the dim light creeping in through the windows, your face looked softer like this, hair falling over one shoulder, voice low enough that it kept the quiet of the apartment intact.
“Sex is great, we match, and it's easy.” you explained, nibbling on the inside of your bottom lip. “But that's all that is.”
“Okay.” Yoongi nodded because he understood, tapping a finger lightly over the marble.
“I wouldn’t want you to think we're really dating or anything…” you mentioned like an after thought, but this time it was you who couldn’t look him in the eyes.
“Why?”
“So he doesn't get in trouble for not telling the members about it.” you said, a small and barely there sigh leaving your lips before you added, quieter than before: “And another more selfish reason.”
“Which is?” the question came out softer than the others had, but it still landed hard in the quiet room.
He stayed very still on the other side of the island, but his whole body had gone alert, attention narrowing down to your face, to the way you still would not look straight at him. “I think you know, Yoongi.” when you finally looked up, it only made it worse. Your expression had gone softer, your mouth parted just enough to betray your nerves, and the weight of your gaze on him felt nothing like something he had imagined on his own. “Don't make me say it, if it's just in my head. Spare me the embarrassment.” “No embarrassment there.”
Yoongi rounded the marble island slowly, not because he was unsure anymore, but because the quiet between you had grown so thin it felt like one wrong move might break it.
The floor stayed cool under his bare feet as he came to a stop right in front of you, close enough now that the floral perfume he had been catching in passing all night finally settled around him properly, soft and expensive and far too easy to breathe in. For a second neither of you said anything.
You stayed where you were, elbows near the edge of the counter, but your body had changed. Your shoulders were not as loose as before, your breath a little less even, your fingers curling lightly against the marble like you needed something solid beneath your hands.
Yoongi looked at you and saw it then, not in anything you said, but in all the little things you could not quite hide; the way you held still instead of stepping away, the way your eyes searched his face as if trying to read how much he really understood.
And then they dropped, brief, but not subtle enough. Your gaze slipped to his mouth and lingered there for one beat, maybe two, before lifting again, and the sight of it hit him low and hard.
Yoongi knew that look because he had been fighting the same impulse since the bar at the club. Suddenly there was nothing left for you to explain, he could read the answer in your body as clearly as he felt it on his own.
And since you reassured him a few too many times that there was nothing serious or official going on between you and Hoseok, a weight was lifted off his shoulders.
“So I won't be in trouble if I do this?” Yoongi murmured as he raised a hand to touch your cheek, tracing your cheekbone with his thumb.
“I can't promise you no trouble.” you smiled softly, but Yoongi could almost feel your erratic heartbeat even from a few inches away. “But he won't care.”
“And you?” his gaze dropped to your lips, which parted and still smelled of cherry.
“I don't mind getting in trouble from time to time.”
Yoongi didn’t wait for another word. He leaned in slowly, giving you every second to turn your head, to step back, to stop him. The space between your mouths shrank until the warmth of your breath brushed his lips first, cherry-sweet and nothing else that could remind him of his friend.
Then he pressed in.
Soft, just the lightest seal of his mouth over yours, testing, offering what he’d been craving all damn night. Your lips were plush and warm, yielding under the gentle pressure, and Yoongi held there, unmoving for one heartbeat, then two, letting you feel the full shape of him.
You didn’t pull away, instead your hands rose and curled into the front of his shirt, fists bunching the thin cotton right over his chest, anchoring him in place. The tug was small but certain, and it pulled a low smile from him that curved against your mouth.
Yoongi tilted his head and parted his lips, coaxing yours open with the same unhurried pressure. The moment you gave in, his tongue slid inside, hot and slick, rolling slow and heavy against yours in one long stroke. The wet glide dragged along the full length of your tongue, curling underneath it before pressing flat again.
A soft, breathy sigh slipped straight out of you at the contact, vibrating right into his mouth. Yoongi felt your fists tighten harder in his shirt, knuckles pressing into his chest like you needed something to keep yourself afloat when all Yoongi wanted was for you to drown in him.
Yoongi didn’t speed up as he rolled his tongue against yours again, slower this time, thick and sensual, stroking in lazy circles that made the kiss wetter, like you had all the time in the world. His front pressed into yours, caging you against the marble island, one hand at the back of your neck and the other at your waist.
The soft, obscene sound of your tongues rubbing together filled the quiet kitchen, slick and rhythmic, each slow roll coaxing one more sigh from your throat, each one a little needier than the last.
Yoongi felt the exact second you pulled back just a fraction, enough for your lips to break from his with a soft, wet sound.
“Yoongi–” the word came out almost like a whisper, like you were reluctant to say it at all, which was not how he wanted to hear his name coming from you.
He was already breathing hard, chest rising and falling under your fists, the air between you hot and shared. He rested his forehead against yours, eyes still closed for one more heartbeat, savoring the damp heat of your breath on his mouth.
“Yeah?” his voice came out low and rough, thicker than he meant.
You stayed right there, bodies still pressed close enough that he could feel the warmth of your thighs against his, but your tone shifted, shy again even after the way your tongue had just rolled so openly against his.
“There’s something you should know… before we get into anything.”
The words landed like a small weight in his stomach. Yoongi straightened his neck slowly, pulling back just far enough to search your face, eyes scanning every flicker, your parted lips still shiny from his mouth, the way your lashes lowered like you were bracing. For a fraction of a second worry tightened in his chest; he looked for regret, for any sign you were about to pull away for good.
“Tell me.” he mumbled, the nerves roughening his voice even as his hands stayed steady, one still cupping the side of your neck, thumb brushing slowly over your jaw.
Your fists loosened in his shirt, fingers uncurling until your palms lay flat against his chest instead, warm and light but still touching, still grounding.
“The reason why Seok and I keep going back to each other is not just because we’re friends and available.” you started, voice quieter. “It’s because we’re into the same thing.”
“Mhmm.”
Yoongi kept his tone even, thumb still stroking your jaw in that same slow rhythm, giving you space even while every inch of him stayed tuned to the heat of your body against his.
You swallowed once, eyes sliding away from his, like the words were something you’d had to hide before, something you were afraid would be judged. He didn’t like that, didn’t like the way your gaze dropped, the small hesitation that made your shoulders tighten just a little under his hand.
“We have a Dom/sub arrangement.” you explained, the confession soft and careful, almost guarded. “It’s something we haven’t found with anyone else… And it’s what works for us.”
Yoongi felt the tight band of worry that had been sitting in his chest loosen completely, asking: “So that’s what you like?”
You nodded once. “But if you're not into that, it's not a deal breaker. I just thought–”
“You just wanted to be a good girl and tell me how you like it, huh?” his thumb traced one slow line along your jaw. Yoongi’s posture shifted, shoulders rolling back as he stood taller. When he spoke again he lowered his voice on purpose, letting it come out deeper and smoother right between you. “I appreciate that, baby.”
“I–” your breath caught and you stuttered, eyes fluttering like wings of a hummingbird.
“What’s that?” he asked, the edge of his mouth lifting in clear teasing as he kept his eyes on yours. “Can you use your words or do I need to force them out?”
“Yoongi…”
The way you said his name sounded just right this time, like a soft plea, as your body started to soften, shoulders loosening while you slipped into that sweet spot he could see taking over.
And Yoongi was very much into this, too. He didn’t need the constant power dynamic the way Hoseok did, but watching you look so sweet and pliant right in front of him pulled at something strong he had no desire to hold back. And if this is what you wanted from him, he’d do his damn best to provide it.
“You really are the perfect little sub, huh?” he cooed softly, eyes fixed on the way your teeth sank into your bottom lip and your head gave a small nod. “I barely touched you and you're already melting.”
“I'm not–”
You tried to push back, attempting to straighten your posture, but he moved one thigh between your legs in one smooth motion, pressing the solid muscle firmly up against your center.
The gasp that left you was immediate and shaky. Your body melted down onto him exactly like he had predicted, thighs clamping around his leg as your weight settled heavily against the pressure.
He clicked his tongue quietly. “Such a liar.”
Yoongi didn’t give you any room to finish the weak protest, leaning back in and taking full control of the kiss this time, now that he knew you liked the assertiveness. His mouth pressed heavier as his tongue pushed past your lips in one steady stroke. He tilted his head to the right, then slowly to the left, shifting the angle every few seconds so you could never quite catch up, always one step behind his rhythm. His tongue moved deep and demanding against yours while his teeth caught your bottom lip in a light bite before soothing the spot again.
Your moan came out low and needy as your thighs squeezed tight around the solid muscle he still had pressed between your legs at the same time your arms slid up and wrapped around his neck. Your back bowed sharply as you arched into him, chest pushing flush against his while you tried to pull him even closer. Yoongi kept the kiss going, hot and relentless, tongue stroking heavy and wet against yours while his hand moved up into your hair at the back of your head, fingers threading through the strands near your scalp. He gave one firm tug at the roots, testing, and felt the way your body reacted instantly, pressing harder down onto his thigh.
The kiss stayed heated and hungry, and he never let up until your lungs started to burn from how long you stayed locked together, neither one willing to break away first.
When you finally pulled back your chest rose and fell fast against his, breath shaky.
“I should go now–” you said, voice unsteady and a little hoarse. “Or I won’t let you sleep…”
“I wouldn’t mind that.” Yoongi answered right away, the words low as he leaned in to press a slow kiss to the corner of your jaw, lips brushing warm against your skin.
“I know,” you replied, still sounding reluctant even as you gave his chest a small push with both palms. “But Seok will be an ass if you’re tired at practice.”
“I’m his hyung.” he pointed out, but he took a slow step back anyway, creating space between your bodies.
“Did that ever stop him?” you asked, eyes meeting his with that knowing look that pulled a quiet chuckle from his chest. “Gimme your phone.”
Yoongi turned without hesitation and walked over to the couch where his phone sat charging on the spare cable Hoseok kept for guests. After unlocking it with his thumb he handed the device to you.
Yoongi watched as you smiled softly when you saw the picture of his cat on the background, then opened his contacts and added your name with a cherry emoji next to it before typing in your number. Once you finished you held the phone out to him again.
“Text me. Or call, whatever you’re into.” you said, that sweet smile still holding up.
“Okay.”
“Goodnight, Yoongi.” you leaned in one last time and kissed the corner of his lips, the touch light and quick, before turning and walking down the hall toward your room.
“Good morning, sleepy head.”
Yoongi groaned before he even opened his eyes, the sound dragged out of him by the bright wash of light pressing against his closed eyelids. It felt too sharp, Hoseok’s voice too chirpy, needling straight through his skull and settling behind his eyes until his head gave a dull, warning throb.
The pain was not bad enough to call it a hangover yet, but close enough that he knew one wrong move, one more hour without water and medicine, and it would turn into one.
His mouth tasted dry, his neck ached from sleeping on the couch, and every bit of sleep he had managed to get felt too thin to be worth much. With a quiet curse stuck in his throat, he lifted a hand to shield his face and squinted up through the glare, still more half asleep than awake.
“The fuck–” he complained. “It's too early, turn the light off.”
“It is early, but that's the sun and we have practice.” Hoseok spoke matter of factly, bumping on appliances and dragging things with a scrape as if Yoongi had personally wronged him. “So unless you want to throw up mid-choreo, I say wake up and get your shit together.”
Yoongi blinked slowly, willing his irises to adjust, praying his corneas wouldn’t burn.
Hoseok moved through the kitchen with the graceless confidence of somebody too awake for this goddamn hour, yanking the fridge open and pulling out one of those thick fruit smoothies he kept buying as if Yoongi had not spent years making it clear he hated drinking his breakfast.
The liquid came out in a slow, spotty purple pour, too dense to look refreshing, filling two glasses almost to the top before Hoseok set the bottle down with a dull thud. Then he reached for a bottle of painkillers from the counter, grabbed a cold water bottle beside it, and somehow managed to stack the whole miserable cure in his hands without dropping anything.
By the time he made his way over, he looked like a one-man intervention, balancing the glasses, the pills, and the water before lowering himself onto the couch next to Yoongi with a heavy dip of the cushions.
“You were out late last night too, how are you so human while I feel like death?” Yoongi asked, but gladly accepted the pills and the water bottle.
“I'm younger than you.” Hoseok deadpanned with a teasing smile, bringing the purple monstrosity to his lips.
“By barely a year.”
“I also had a good hangover cure.” Hoseok spread his legs in front of him as he marked his territory in his own penthouse, cracking his neck as if this was already part of a warm up. “She's still sleeping, so keep it down.”
“Right.” Yoongi made a face when the medicine went down sideways, trying not to think of why his friend was this glowing and happy.
“You had a bit of it last night too, didn't you?” Hoseok bumped his elbow into Yoongi’s arm, face too bright for someone pointing out they had the same woman.
But you weren’t just a woman they both hooked up with, you were Hoseok’s roommate and friends with benefits, and the girl of Yoongi’s dreams.
And Yoongi would be lying if he said that thinking of you, of your kisses and how you melted for him didn’t bring some sort of brightness into his morning.
But then the words Hoseok just uttered finished making sense and Yoongi’s face morphed as if he was just caught doing something he shouldn’t.
“Did you see us?” Yoongi asked, because nothing good would come from lying.
“Nah, she told me.” Hoseok grinned, pushing the second smoothie glass into Yoongi’s hands in a silent command. “She's my best friend, there are no secrets between us.”
“You have a weird relationship with your friends.” Yoongi grumbled, trying a sip of the thick breakfast and adding it to his short list of regrets.
“Jealous?” his friend laughed in that way that was exceptionally his.
“A little, yes.”
“So you’re into her?” Hoseok leaned forward then, elbows on bony knees as he watched Yoongi over his shoulders.
“She's very attractive. Funny, too. Smart.” Yoongi admitted while the punding behind his right eye made his lips a little looser. “And she knows our limitations as idols and I don't think she would need to sign an NDA to keep it private–”
“A simple yes or no would do.” Hoseok’s grin was back, knowing Yoongi’s face said more than his words. “She's into you, too.”
“And you’re chill about that?” Yoongi had heard it from you, but he needed to get Hoseok’s side of it, too. If only to avoid breaking up the band. “Because I don't want to get into something messy with you right before the biggest comeback of our lives.”
“If you don't like it messy, you won't like it with her.”
Hoseok said it like he knew exactly what he was talking about, cracking his neck again and taking a hungry sip of his wanna-be-juice. The double meaning was crass and right in his face, and it made Yoongi envious that his friend seemed to know just how messy you could really get.
It also made him curious.”
“Too damn early.” Yoongi groaned, willing his thoughts to behave.
“Didn't you ask her about me and her?” Hoseok eyed him curiously. “Before you tried to swallow her face–”
“I did.” Yoongi cut him short. “She said you're her best friend, too. That you sleep together because it's easy.”
“Ouch?”
Yoongi rolled his eyes. “She also said you have a thing in common.”
“We do.” Hoseok nodded, finishing his smoothie in one more go at it. “Did she tell you what that is?”
“Mhmm.”
“How do you feel about that?” the other man placed his empty glass on the center table in front of them.
“You're both adults–”
“Not what I'm asking.” Hoseok turned to Yoongi fully then, no teasing in sight, just a friend talking to another friend. “How do you feel about what she's into? Think you can keep up?”
“Again, just eleven months older than you.” Yoongi pointed out, but the medicine and the water he’d been nursing seemed to be working its magic, finally, and his mood was starting to improve. “But yeah, I– I'm into the same thing. I might not be exactly like you–”
“I can be a little on the rough side, but there are nuances in a Dom/sub arrangement.” Hoseok spoke like a professional Dom, which made Yoongi want to snort. He didn’t need the presentation. “Besides, if you were exactly like me, what difference would it make for her? No offense.”
“I get your point.” he sighed, risking another sip of the drink and deciding it was the last. “Are you really okay with this?”
“Like you said, we're all adults here.” Hoseok shrugged, starting to roll his shoulders to wake his body up. “I love her, but not like that. We hook up because it's nice, and it is easy. But with us, that's it.”
“So if I were to shoot my shot?”
“As long as you're not an asshole to her, you're good.” Hoseok gave his permission and a threat all in the same breath. “And let me know if you think it might get serious, so I can step back.”
“Right.”
“I think she'd be good for you, you know?” Hoseok wondered out loud, coming back to rest against the couch cushion. “She's… something else, fuck.”
Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh at Hoseok’s marvels. “That good?”
“Oh, yeah. Skilled. Talented, I'd say.” Hoseok nodded, eyes lost somewhere ahead of him as if he was focusing on a pleasant memory. “Her mouth does things that–”
“Yah, hajima–” Yoongi didn’t want to hear his friend give so many details that he was still to find out, and more than that, he didn’t want to go to practice with an erection. The one he had to ignore last night was daunting enough. “Again, too fucking early.”
“I'm just saying.” Hoseok’s grin was back as he patted Yoongi in the shoulder. “Let's get ready. I still have a reputation to keep.”
Hoseok [18:26]: You in the studio?
Yoongi [18:26]: Yeah. Why?
Hoseok [18:27]: Yn is coming over. Thought you might like to know.
Yoongi [18:28]: I'm busy with work.
It’s been three minutes since his last reply to Hoseok and he was still staring at his phone as if expecting his friend to insist, to tell him to stop being an idiot and come over.
Because Yoongi really was an idiot, and for the two weeks he’d had your phone number, he hadn’t called or texted you. It’s not like Yoongi hadn’t thought about it… Not like he hadn’t opened a chat thread and typed out small truths that he deleted right away.
Yoongi hadn’t contacted you for the stupidest reason he could find. Fear.
Fear of starting something he couldn’t finish so close to the tour, for not knowing if he could be as unattached as Hoseok. Because, fuck, if he thought of you for days after a couple of kisses in a darkened penthouse kitchen, what would happen to him when he had more of you? When he had all of you?
Was that even fair to you? To give you everything he had to offer only to leave the country for months on end?
“Oh, fuck it–”
Yoongi pushed off his rolling chair, pressing a button on his keyboard to save his work in progress, and turned around to leave his studio.
Two doors down later, he was knocking on the bright red door of Hope-World. Not long after, Hoseok was opening it a crack before grinning like an asshole and pushing it wider.
“Thought you were busy.” Hoseok cackled, letting Yoongi walk into his work space after leaving his slippers at the door.
“Shut up.” Yoongi grumbled a response, going straight to the couch.
“Smooth.”
Hoseok would get a medal one of these days, for handling Yoongi in his worst moods. He wasn’t always like this, and Hoseok knew it, too, acting like a bright beacon in Yoongi’s life. The truth was that Yoongi was a quiet man with random bursts of energy, but he wasn’t regularly annoyed at the world.
Only when the pressure of stepping into his own larger than life shoes got to him; which seemed to be the norm lately.
Hoseok’s private studio was a stark contrast to Yoongi’s. It felt warmer, all dark wood paneling and glossy floors that caught the low light and threw it back in soft amber streaks.
The room was built for long hours, with a wide leather chair in front of the desk, a black couch pushed against the wall for when nights ran too late, and shelves lit from above with little objects and figures arranged between speakers and equipment like the place had taken years to be decorated fully.
A massive red sign leaned near the back wall like part of the room’s personality, bold and a little loud in the middle of all that rich brown and black, while the rest of the space stayed comfortably cluttered in the way only a real home-base could.
And try as he might, Yoongi couldn’t help but relax every time he came here. Either from the bright decor, or from his friend’s positive disposition.
Yoongi didn’t call Hoseok his personal vitamin for nothing.
“Why is she coming over?” Yoongi asked as he tried to seem casual, sitting back against the dark gray couch that threatened to swallow anyone who sat on it.
“Because I called her.” Hoseok answered like it was obvious, going back to his desk chair and turning it to face Yoongi. “That's what people do when they want someone’s company, you know?”
“You don't need to give me a hard time, I'm already there.” Yoongi sighed, biting the corner of his nailbed out of habit.
Hoseok sounded softer when he asked: “Then why didn't you call her, hyung?”
“I don't know.” he lied, which Hoseok clocked right away, because why wouldn’t he?
“The two of you can't lie for shit.” Hoseok laughed like he had an internal joke with himself. “If you're just gonna sulk or be weird, you can go back to being busy, alright?”
“I want to see her.” Yoongi didn’t have the strength to be combative, not today.
“Now we're getting somewhere.”
A soft knock sounded at the door, quick but clear, cutting neatly through whatever Yoongi had been about to say and pulling both their attention across the room.
“Speak of the pretty devil.” Hoseok mused, already pushing back from his desk chair.
The words hit Yoongi a second after the knock fully settled, and suddenly he had no idea what to do with his own body. He shifted where he sat on the couch, then stopped because that felt too obvious.
If he reached for his phone now, it would look forced. If he slouched back and acted relaxed, it might look even worse, like he had been trying too hard to seem unaffected. For one ridiculous second he actually wondered if he should have moved to the far end of the couch before you came in.
Across the room, Hoseok caught all of it in one glance. A laugh slipped out of him, low and amused, and he shook his head like Yoongi was being painfully transparent before crossing to the door. When he opened it, he lifted the dangling bead curtain with one hand, the SUPREME strands clicking softly together as he held them aside to let you in.
“I'm not your errands girl.” Yoongi heard your voice before he even saw you, feisty as ever.
“And yet, here you are with my stuff.” Hoseok grinned like he’d been doing all day, like everything that happened around him went according to plan.
Yoongi wondered if it annoyed you as much as it annoyed him sometimes.
“Couldn't you have one of the staff bring you this?” you were still standing outside, just out of reach, but Yoongi could see part of your arm as you offered your common friend an orange object, which Yoongi recognized right away as an external hard drive that probably held a decade of their work.
“You know you’re the only one I trust with my shit.” Hoseok insisted, taking the hard drive like it was something precious. “And we really needed this, it's detrimental to the new album.”
Yoongi frowned at those words, because in the hell was his friend talking about? The new album had been ready for months now, they were in the final stages of tour prep and everything.
“You really saved us a lot of trouble.” Hoseok sounded so heartfelt that you allowed him to pull you inside the studio at last.
When Yoongi finally saw all of you, Yoongi forgot every stupid plan he had made in the last ten seconds about looking normal. You had already left your shoes outside, so your bare feet made no sound against the wood floor as you came through the doorway, but everything else about you pulled focus too easily.
Your dress was black again, fitted close to your body before loosening into a short pleated hem that moved lightly around your thighs when you walked. The neckline sat low and clean, the straps framing your shoulders, with one bold band and silver buckle cutting across the top in a way that made the whole thing feel sharper, more intentional, like even something simple on you had to come with an edge.
A delicate necklace rested at your throat, which sparkled with the studio warm lights.
So much for cool and collected.
Yoongi felt his jaw go slack and did absolutely nothing to fix it. There was no point pretending indifference when you looked like that, standing in Hoseok’s studio like you belonged there too, easy and familiar and somehow even more dangerous for it.
“Oh, Yoongi,” you looked surprised to see him right there, and your smile was more awkward than it had ever been around him. “Hi.”
“Hey–” Yoongi replied, but it died there, because what else could he say?
Sorry for not calling you, but I thought about you everyday since? You would laugh in his face.
“We're working on some things.” Hoseok swallowed his own grimace at the stiff exchange, saving the day by intervening. “Wanna stay and listen?”
You looked from Hoseok, to Yoongi, to Hoseok again. “I don't want to intrude if it’s important business.”
“Not a problem for me.” Hoseok waved you off easily. “Hyung?”
“Yeah, no, it's fine.” Yoongi went along with it, even if they weren’t working on anything at all. “Stay.”
“Okay.” you agreed reluctantly, but at least you didn’t look like you were ready to run away.
“Great, I'll just find the file we need.” Hoseok lied, and he looked honest while doing it.
Hoseok crossed back to his desk with an external hard drive in hand, flipping it once in his fingers before dropping into his chair and plugging it into the computer like he had not just staged the whole moment for the two of you.
You moved toward the couch after a beat of hesitation and sat down with careful space left between you and Yoongi, one whole cushion too far for his liking. The first thing you did once seated was smooth both hands over your skirt, tugging the hem down over your thighs in a small, automatic effort to make yourself look a little more put together, even though the gesture only made him notice the bare stretch of skin you were trying to hide.
Yoongi dragged his eyes away before he could get caught staring and looked up at Hoseok instead, only to find his friend already watching him from the reflection of the monitor with a sharp glare. Then, with all the subtlety he never actually had when he thought he was being subtle, Hoseok mouthed ‘say something, for fuck’s sake’.
That was enough to force Yoongi to get it together, saying the first thing that came to mind:
“Did you listen to the album?” he asked you, correcting himself, if he wanted to keep Hoseok’s facade still standing: “What we have of it, that is.”
“I did. Most times against my will.” you laughed softly, shaking your head. “Your name shows up on the tracks a lot.”
“I mean, I just–”
“Hyung wrote most of the songs.” Hoseok interrupted Yoongi’s attempt at humbleness.
“I hear a lot about your producing skills.” you continued, hand resting on the cushion between the two of you. “Been told you're something of a genius.”
“I just have a passion.”
Hoseok looked at him with another glare, but he must have said something right since you followed up with another compliment:
“I can tell.” you smiled at Yoongi, not able to see Hoseok’s meddling from the angle in which you were sat. “All my favorite Bangtan songs are yours.”
“Damn, am I chopped liver?” Hoseok snorted from his spot. “I wrote a whole ass song about you.”
“You're a big boy, don't be jealous.” you looked at Hoseok then, in that playful banter that came easily between you.
“I regret asking you to bring me this flash drive.” the other man grumbled.
“Then play the new song and I'll leave you guys to it.” you decided you were sitting down for too long, standing up and walking to Hoseok’s desk, leaning against it as you tried to see this fake song they were apparently working on.
“Do you have plans tonight?” Hoseok asked you as a concerned friend who was used to knowing your schedules.
Your hand rested on the desk beside you as you rested your backside against it. You immediately looked like you didn’t want to answer, but you knew better than anyone that Hoseok wouldn’t just let it go.
“If you must know,” you started with a sigh, and Yoongi wished you hadn’t answered. “I have a date.”
“What?” Hoseok took the fire as Yoongi wished the couch could swallow him for real. “A date with who?!”
“I'm not sure.” you replied with a tiny frown. “It’s a blind date a friend from work set up for me.”
That had to be good news, Yoongi decided. If this was just a blind date you weren’t in love with someone, nor did you get in a relationship in the two weeks since you kissed. Still didn’t make him happy to think about you dressing up like this for someone else that wasn’t him.
“So you don't know this guy?” Hoseok had forgotten all about his computer browsing to turn his rolling chair to face you with the wrath of a concerned friend-with-benefits.
“That’s the concept of a blind date, yeah–”
“I don't like this.” Hoseok looked offended, crossing his arms. “He could be a murderer for all we know.”
“He's not a murderer–”
“How do you know?” Hoseok’s tone raised in pitch, turning to Yoongi for backup. “Hyung, tell her.”
All eyes landed on Yoongi at once. Hoseok looked at him like the answer was obvious, like any sane person would back him up and save you from whatever stranger was waiting on the other end of that blind date.
But it was you that Yoongi noticed first. The way your face had gone still, the way your eyes found his and held there just long enough to make his chest tighten. There was something in them for half a second, round and open and almost pleading for something Yoongi was not even sure you realized you were asking for. ‘Fight for me’, they seemed to say. ‘Pick me. Give me a reason to stay.’
Then it was gone just as quickly, shuttered over by that same quiet resolve people wore when they had already decided not to expect too much.
“This guy might not be a murderer, but I still bet we can give you a better time than him.” Hoseok said before Yoongi could get a word out, his tone easy, confident enough to make it sound less like pressure and more like an offer you would be smart to take. “Stay and let us prove it.”
“Us?” you repeated, unconvinced, and this time when you looked over, it was not really at Hoseok. It was Yoongi you were looking for, eyes steady on him now like you were daring him to either step up or disappoint you again.
This time, Yoongi did not run from it. He pushed up from the couch, tongue pressing into the inside of his cheek as he looked at you across the room.
“Unless you don’t think you can handle us.”
Yoongi watched the way you stayed relaxed against the desk instead of pulling back, the small tilt of your chin that told him everything he needed to know. You weren’t running, just like he hadn’t this time. You weren’t even pretending to think it over and that quiet acceptance hung in the air between the three of you, thick enough to be felt on his skin.
Hoseok stood then, the rolling chair scraping backward across the floor as the back of his legs pushed it away. He crossed the short distance in two easy steps and stopped right in front of you, close enough that the hem of your dress brushed his thigh. Yoongi moved at the same time, walking away from the couch until he reached you, too, shoulder almost touching Hoseok’s as they both boxed you in against the edge. The studio lights caught on the silver buckle across your chest and the faint shine of your necklace, but neither of them looked anywhere else except at your face.
“What is it gonna be, sweet girl?” Hoseok asked, voice dropping into that low, steady register Yoongi had only heard him use a handful of times before.
The pet name landed hard. Yoongi caught the exact second it hit you, your lashes fluttered once, slow and heavy. He filed that reaction away instantly; clearly it was a switch for you, one Hoseok knew exactly how to flip.
Your lips parted on a shaky little breath.
“Okay…” the word came out soft, not unsure, just overwhelmed by the way both of them were staring down at you like they already owned every inch of the space you were standing in.
Yoongi kept his tone even when he turned his head slightly toward Hoseok: “Does she have a safe word?”
He made a point to ask Hoseok directly, and not you. A subtle reminder that you weren’t in charge here, they were.
Your body reacted to it immediately, thighs pressing together under the short hem of your dress, fingers curling tighter against the edge of the desk, a quick inhale that lifted your chest between them.
Hoseok’s posture changed too, shoulders squared, the easy smile he usually wore completely gone. His voice came out harder now, nothing like the bright tone Yoongi was used to hearing every day.
“She does, even if she doesn’t like to use it.” he tipped his chin toward you once, telling on you. “Tell Yoongi what it is.”
The name landed without the usual honorific, no ‘hyung’, just Yoongi. The hierarchy line between them had dissolved in the same breath, because right now they were equal.
Your cheeks warmed visibly, but you still answered, voice quiet and obedient as you said: “Hangsang.”
Yoongi caught the safeword and had to press his lips together to keep the small laugh from slipping out. He let the smile show instead, slow and quiet, while his eyes stayed on you against the desk. The word itself didn’t matter; what mattered was how easily it had come from your mouth once Hoseok told you to say it.
Hoseok moved first, no hesitation, just the smooth confidence that came from months of knowing exactly how your body fit against his. He stepped in until his hips met yours, hands sliding straight to your waist and squeezing once, firm enough that the fabric of your dress bunched under his palms.
The motion pressed your backside harder into the edge of the desk, the wood creaking faintly under the shift of weight. Yoongi stayed right where he was on the opposite side of the desk, close enough to see every detail but not crowding yet. He felt no sting of jealousy this time, only a sharp twist of curiosity and a low throb in his cock as he watched your eyes lock onto Hoseok’s instead of his. The sight of you giving that focus to his best friend sent heat straight through him that was surprising to say the least.
“You’ll be good for us, won’t you, sweet girl?” Hoseok asked, voice low and steady.
Your head gave a small nod right away, like the words had emptied your thoughts. Your lips stayed parted, breath coming faster against the warm studio air.
Hoseok raised one eyebrow, the gesture small but clear.
“Yes, sir.” you answered immediately, voice soft but certain.
The title hit Yoongi square in the chest as he watched the easy sync between the two of you, the way Hoseok’s mouth curved with pride when you said it, the way your shoulders dropped a fraction lower in the same breath. It was practiced, familiar in a way Yoongi wished he’d become, too.
Hoseok closed the last inch between you, his pointer finger slipping under your chin and tilting your face up, forcing your neck to stretch until your throat showed the faint line of your necklace. You followed the touch without resistance, eyes fluttering half-closed. Then Hoseok leaned down and covered your mouth with his.
Yoongi saw the kiss from the side, clear and close, watching as your lips met and moved together in slow, heavy presses, opening wider. Hoseok’s tongue slid out for a moment between your parted mouths, wet and deliberate, before it disappeared again inside yours.
Your hands rose straight to the back of his head, fingers pushing into Hoseok’s hair and pulling hard enough that Hoseok’s shoulders tensed. The groan he let out vibrated against your lips, loud enough for Yoongi to hear from the sideline. Hoseok’s free hand stayed on your waist while the other roamed lower, palm sliding over the curve of your hip and then down to the short hem of your dress, fingers brushing the bare skin of your thigh like he already knew exactly where you liked to be touched.
Your back arched into the contact, one heel lifting slightly off the floor as you pressed closer, and another soft sound left your throat when Hoseok’s tongue flashed between your lips again.
Hoseok pulled back first, slow enough that Yoongi saw the shine of spit coating your lips, glossy and wet. Your eyes opened right away and searched straight past Hoseok until they locked onto his, wide and pleading in a way that made his pulse kick harder. Hoseok read it instantly and shifted to the side, giving Yoongi room while staying close enough that his shoulder still brushed Yoongi’s arm.
Yoongi stepped in without hesitation, one hand sliding to the back of your neck, fingers threading into the hair at your nape as he brought his mouth down on yours. He didn’t care that your lips were still slick from Hoseok; if anything the wet slide only made him press harder, tongue pushing deep to leave his own mark over everything Hoseok had just done.
Your hand came up fast and flattened against his chest, palm right over the flex of his pec muscle as it tightened under the pressure. You answered him just as urgently, tongue meeting his stroke for stroke while your body pushed forward. He crowded you tighter against the desk, hips pinning you in place, and caught the small moan that vibrated straight into his mouth through every heavy roll of his tongue. Somewhere on the desk behind you something small toppled over and clattered against the wood, but neither of you stopped.
Hoseok’s voice cut in low and amused right beside you both: “That’s it, sweet girl. Already so fucking greedy you can’t even wait for both of us to fill you up.”
The words hit you hard. Your hips rolled against Yoongi on their own, pressing your center firmly against the painful line of Yoongi’s cock straining inside his pants. He felt every inch of the friction through the thin fabric and had to bite back a groan.
When you finally broke the kiss your eyes were blown wide, pupils dark and glassy. A thin string of spit still connected your bottom lip to his until it stretched and snapped. Hoseok chuckled softly and reached over, thumb swiping the mess of Yoongi’s spit from your lower lip in one slow pass.
“What did I tell you about messy?” Hoseok teased and Yoongi groaned, watching.
You opened your mouth without being told, taking Hoseok’s thumb straight inside and sucking, cheeks hollowing around the digit while your tongue worked against it. Your gaze moved from Hoseok to Yoongi and back again, that tiny flicker of innocence still sitting in your eyes even as you sucked like pure sin. It made something dark and hot twist low in Yoongi’s stomach; he wanted to ruin you right then and there.
“I believe you mentioned something about her mouth skills, too.” Yoongi said, voice rough as he watched your lips stretch around Hoseok’s thumb.
Hoseok pulled his thumb free with a wet pop, the sound loud in the quiet studio.
“She’s quite the proud little thing about it, too.” Hoseok mused as they looked down at you. “Will you suck us off and show Yoongi how much you enjoy having a cock in your mouth, sweet girl?”
You nodded fast, tongue darting out to lick your lips. “Yes, please.”
“Which one do you want first?” Yoongi asked, head tilting slightly as he kept his hand on the back of your neck, ready to accept whatever answer that came from your lips.
“Both at the same time.” you answered, voice shameless and edged with something wicked that made both men still for half a second.
A silent agreement passed between them in one shared glance. Both men took one measured step back at the same time, giving you enough room to push away from the desk and stand straight between their bodies. The studio felt heavier now, the soundproofed walls swallowing every small shift of fabric and breath.
“On your knees, then.” Hoseok ordered.
You dropped down without hesitation, knees meeting the floor between them and the edge of the desk behind you. Once settled, you looked up through your lashes, blinking slow and patient while your hands moved behind your back, wrists crossed neatly like you already knew exactly how they wanted you to wait.
Hoseok reached for his belt first, the metal buckle clinking as he opened it, followed by the quiet slide of leather and the rasp of his zipper. Yoongi followed right after, the sounds of a belt and an elastic waistband filling the quiet space as both men pushed their pants and underwear down their thighs.
Hoseok kicked his bottoms behind him and wrapped one hand around his cock, stroking once from base to tip. Yoongi took in the sight without shame; Hoseok was neatly trimmed just like himself, cock slightly curved upward at the end, and longer than he had expected.
You parted your lips right away and stretched your tongue out flat, offering it to Hoseok while your eyes stayed locked on Yoongi’s face. The sight made Yoongi’s fingers fumble for a second before he shoved his own slacks and underwear the rest of the way down. His cock sprang free, heavy and already leaking at the tip.
Hoseok glanced over at Yoongi too, a slow once-over that Yoongi felt in his chest. Yoongi knew he lost in length by maybe an inch or so, but made up for it with noticeably more girth. The small moment of comparison passed without comment.
Hoseok turned his full attention back to you as his long fingers slid under your chin, tilting your head to the perfect angle before he pushed more of his cock past your lips and deeper into your mouth.
“That’s my good girl.” Hoseok praised, voice thick and rough. “Take it nice and slow. Don’t you dare make Yoongi feel left out while you’re sucking me off.”
The moment your lips closed tight around the head of Hoseok’s cock, your right hand reached for Yoongi. Your fingers wrapped warm and firm around his sensitive tip, thumb spreading the bead of pre-cum in slow circles over the swollen head.
Your lips sealed tight around the flushed head of Hoseok’s cock and you took every slow inch he fed you, cheeks hollowing as your tongue pressed flat along the underside. Hoseok’s hips rolled forward in careful thrusts, pushing deeper until the thick length filled your mouth completely.
At the same time your hand worked Yoongi in long, steady strokes, fingers sliding from base to tip, twisting gently at the head every time you reached the top. The wet heat of your palm and the way your thumb kept circling the leaking slit had Yoongi’s breath coming rougher already.
Hoseok groaned low in his throat, and he pulled out after a moment, generous and selfless, a thick string of spit connecting your bottom lip to his glistening tip before it broke.
You didn’t even pause, your hand instantly wrapped around Hoseok’s cock, stroking him in the same rhythm you had just used on Yoongi, while your head turned and your mouth opened wide for Yoongi instead.
The second your lips closed around Yoongi’s cock the warmth hit him like a punch, wet, soft, and so fucking perfect he had to lock his knees to stay upright. Your tongue swirled around the head, then slid down the shaft as you took him deep, throat relaxing to swallow more until your nose nearly brushed his trimmed hair. Drool slipped from the corners of your mouth and ran down your chin in shiny trails while your other hand sped up on Hoseok, pumping him fast and slick.
Both men were fighting to stay in control now. Hoseok’s hips jerked forward into your fist with a rough groan.
“Fuck, just like that– keep that pretty mouth moving between us.” Yoongi’s hand tightened at his side, a low moan tearing out of him when your tongue flicked right under the head of his cock before you sucked hard again.
You never let either of them feel forgotten, now switching every few strokes, mouth sliding off one cock with a wet pop only to swallow the other while your hand kept the first one dripping and throbbing.
Spit and pre-cum coated both cocks completely now, shiny and slick, strings of it stretching between your lips and their heads every time you pulled back. You rose a little higher on your knees, back straightening as you brought both cocks together in front of your face.
Your tongue stretched out wide and you licked slow, hungry stripes from one tip to the other, pressing them side by side so the heads rubbed together against the flat of your tongue. The feeling of Hoseok’s cock sliding warm and wet against Yoongi’s own sent a sharp jolt through Yoongi, different from anything he ever experienced, but so fucking good he didn’t pull away. Neither did Hoseok.
Hoseok reached down and gathered your hair in one fist, twisting it tight around his hand to hold your head perfectly still. “Open wider, sweet girl.”
They started moving together once you followed the order, one cock sinking deep into your mouth while the other pulled back, then switching in perfect rhythm. Your eyes watered instantly, tears gathering at the corners and spilling down your flushed cheeks as they took turns hitting the back of your throat. The wet, messy sounds of your gagging and the slick slide of their cocks filled the studio.
“Fuck, she’s gorgeous like this.” Yoongi breathed, voice rough as he watched your lips stretch around him again.
“Looking like an angel right now, sweet girl.” Hoseok added, the praise low and filthy while he pushed in deep enough to make your throat flutter.
They kept the steady rhythm, one thrusting in while the other slid out, until you were gagging openly around whichever cock filled your mouth, tears streaming freely and drool running in thick lines down your chin and onto your dress.
Yoongi pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, his cock glistening and still throbbing as a delirious little chuckle slipped from him: “How mad will you be if I bend her over your desk right now?”
Hoseok didn’t push back into your mouth, but he kept his fist wrapped around his own cock for one slow pump, then let go completely.
“Surprisingly, not that mad.” he answered Yoongi, voice steady and easy like the question was nothing. “What’s on your mind?”
“Been dying to taste her.” Yoongi admitted without hesitation, eyes dropping to where you still knelt between them, lips swollen and shiny, cheeks streaked with tears. Yoongi looked at you like you were the only thing left in the room he wanted to devour.
Hoseok let go of your hair and reached down, one hand sliding under your arm to help you stand. The second you were on your feet he leaned in and kissed your mouth quick and firm, tongue brushing yours for half a second.
Yoongi watched the whole thing, half expecting Hoseok to pull away from the taste of his own cock still on your tongue, but Hoseok didn’t flinch. Your legs wobbled instantly, so you braced both palms flat on the desk behind you to keep from sinking back down.
“Let us see you.” Hoseok ordered, stepping back just enough to run his eyes over your body. “Let Yoongi see what he’s been missing by being an idiot.”
Yoongi sent his friend a quick deadpan glare that made you giggle softly, and then your hands were already moving.
You reached behind your back, the zipper rasping all the way down its track. The black fabric loosened at once, straps sliding off your shoulders and the dress slipping down your body until it puddled around your bare feet.
Yoongi cursed low and rough the moment your tits spilled free, full, heavy, nipples already tight, no bra to hide them at all. Both men stared openly, eyes tracking from your chest down over the soft curve of your stomach to your hips where the thin black lace panties sat low, barely covering your pussy, the material so sheer it clung to every outline of your folds.
Hoseok tensed right beside Yoongi then, shoulders locking tight as a short, angry-sounding huff left his chest. “That’s what you were wearing for your little date tonight?”
The words slammed into Yoongi like a slap, dragging every bit of that ugly jealousy he had pushed down all night straight back up. His jaw tightened hard.
Yoongi scoffed. “Were you planning to get fucked tonight, baby? That’s why you dressed so pretty?”
You looked caught between them, mouth opening then closing because nothing you could say would fix it, and running from it also wasn’t an option.
“You know I hate it when you don’t answer when you’re asked something.” Hoseok said, tone dropping into that hard, pure-dom register.
“Yes.” you answered Yoongi then, hands moving behind your back again as you pushed your chest out deliberately, tits lifting and shifting with the motion like a distraction you knew was worth a try. “But I’m glad I didn’t go on the date. I didn’t even want it in the first place.”
“Why did you say yes to it, then?” Hoseok pressed.
“Because you were busy, Seok.” your voice softened and then your gaze slid back to Yoongi. “And you never called, Yoon.”
Maybe it was the way you said their names, or how honest your eyes looked, a little messy with the mascara that melted a little with your tears, or even how swollen your lips were after what you just did to them, but both men released choppy breaths at their own speeds and the subject wouldn’t be held against you any longer.
“Let me make it up to you, baby.” Yoongi said, his voice softening as he stepped closer again. His hands settled on your hips and he gently turned you around until your back faced both of them.
You leaned forward over the desk carefully, palms pushing a few scattered items out of the way. Hoseok hummed low in approval behind you as he moved in, placing one warm hand between your shoulder blades and pressing you down further until your chest rested against the cool wood and your ass lifted higher for them.
Yoongi dropped to his knees right behind you, eye level with your ass. His hands slid up the backs of your thighs, palms moving slow and firm over your skin until goosebumps broke out across every inch he touched. Hoseok stayed close to your upper body, one hand resting on the desk near your head so he could watch everything while still staying within reach.
Yoongi stared openly at the curve of your ass, then gripped both cheeks hard with both hands, squeezing the soft flesh until you let out a sharp yelp. He couldn’t wait any longer.
His fingers hooked into the thin elastic of your panties and dragged them down your legs, letting them fall to your ankles. The sight that greeted him made his mouth water instantly; your cunt completely exposed, folds swollen and shiny, slick dripping slowly down the inside of your thighs.
“Fuck,” he breathed, voice thick. “Hoseok, you should see how pretty her cunt is right now. She’s dripping all the way down her thighs already.”
Without another word Yoongi leaned in and pressed his mouth against your pussy. His tongue came out flat and dragged a long, slow lick from your entrance all the way down to your clit, tasting you properly for the first time. The flavor hit him hard, hot, sweet, and addictive.
He did it again, then again, before sealing his lips around your clit and sucking gently while his tongue flicked fast over the sensitive bud.
Your moans started coming louder right away, shaky and needy. Every time his tongue circled your clit or his lips sucked harder, your hips pushed back against his face. Hoseok leaned down then and kissed you hard, swallowing most of your sounds while his hand slid underneath your body to find your tits. His fingers found one nipple and pinched it firmly, rolling the stiff peak between his fingers as you moaned into his mouth.
“We’re gonna need to stretch this tight little pussy if you’re going to take both our fat cocks tonight.” Hoseok mumbled filthy against your lips, voice low and rough. “You hear me, sweet girl?”
Hoseok's hand moved down your back in a clear signal. Yoongi understood immediately and he shifted his focus and latched his mouth onto your clit, sucking steadily while flicking his tongue against it without mercy. At the same time Hoseok pushed two long fingers into your soaked hole, sliding in easily from how wet you were. The wet squelching sound of his fingers pumping in and out mixed with the obscene noises Yoongi was making with his mouth.
The combination was devastating in the best way. Hoseok’s fingers curled inside you, stroking that perfect spot over and over while Yoongi sucked and licked at your clit without pause. Your moans turned into broken cries against Hoseok’s mouth, your thighs starting to shake hard against Yoongi’s hands.
It only took a few more seconds of their coordinated rhythm before your entire body tensed, back arching sharply as you came hard on Yoongi’s tongue, flooding his mouth with fresh wetness while your walls clenched tight around Hoseok’s fingers.
Yoongi stood up slowly from his knees, his cock still heavy and mouth slick from your release as he stepped right behind you again. His body was suddenly too hot, so he pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it anywhere on the studio floor.
Your body stayed bent over the desk exactly as he had left it, chest pressed flat to the cool wood, ass lifted high and thighs still trembling lightly from how hard you had cum on his tongue.
He wrapped both hands around your hips, thumbs pressing into the soft give of your skin, and lined the thick head of his cock against your soaked entrance. Then he pushed in, inch by slow, torturous inch, letting the stretch drag out so you felt every single ridge and vein opening you up while your walls fluttered and clenched around him in the aftershocks.
He bottomed out and held completely still, buried to the hilt, hips flush against your ass while he gave you time to adjust.
“Fuck, baby,” Yoongi murmured, voice low and warm with that soft edge of praise. “So tight and dripping for me already. That’s my good girl, taking every inch so perfectly right after you came all over my tongue. Feel how deep I am? This pussy was made for me tonight.”
At the same time, Hoseok moved more to the side of his desk, positioning himself right next to your head where there was clear space. His fingers slid into your hair, twisting tight at the roots as he turned your face toward him:
“Open that pretty mouth wide, sweet girl. You’re gonna keep sucking me while Yoongi fucks you slow and deep like the greedy little slut you are.”
Hoseok pushed his cock past your lips in one unhurried glide as soon as you opened up for him, feeding you the full length until the head nudged the back of your throat and your nose brushed the trimmed hair at his base. Your moan came out muffled and needy around him, vibrating straight down his shaft while your hands gripped the edge of the desk tighter for balance.
Yoongi started moving first, long rolls of his hips that dragged his cock almost all the way out before sliding back in deep and steady, letting you feel every second of the slow drag against your walls. His palm came down on your ass in a light smack, the sound crisp in the quiet studio, then again a little firmer when your hips pushed back for more.
The sting bloomed warm across your skin as he kept the rhythm torturously unhurried, each thrust paired with another controlled spank that made your ass jiggle softly under his hand.
Hoseok kept your head held firm by the hair, guiding you to take him deeper with every slow rock of his own hips.
“That’s it– suck my cock nice and slow just like Yoongi’s fucking you. Don’t you dare stop moaning around me. Let him hear how much you love being stuffed full from both ends, you filthy little thing.” Hoseok’s dirty words surprised Yoongi, but he could feel how card you were clenching around his cock, loving every syllable of it.
The pace stayed purposefully slow for long minutes, Yoongi’s hips rolling deep and steady behind you while his hand continued landing those measured spanks, each one a little sharper than the last, turning your skin warm and swollen under his palm. He could feel how much wetter you were getting with every thrust, your pussy squeezing around him like it was trying to suck him deeper.
“Look at you clenching so hard already.” he praised softly, voice rough but still gentle around the edges, a contrast to Hoseok’s harsher ones. “Such a perfect little slut for us, baby. You love when I spank this ass while I fuck you slow, don’t you?”
Hoseok matched the unhurried rhythm, yanking your hair just enough to make your scalp tingle as he fucked your mouth in the same long, deep strokes. Spit started to run down your chin in shiny trails while your throat fluttered around him.
“Keep that tongue working, sweet girl. You’re doing so good taking both our cocks like the obedient little slut you were born to be.” Hoseok carried on with grunts of his own.
Only after the slow torture had stretched on long enough, did the pace finally shift.
Yoongi’s thrusts grew harder because he just couldn’t handle it anymore, snapping forward with real force now as his hand came down sharper on your ass, stinging smacks that echoed louder and left your skin burning. His hips slammed against you faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the studio while he growled low:
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good squeezing me like this… gonna make me lose control if you keep getting this wet for me, baby.”
Hoseok instantly matched the new speed, twisting your hair tighter in his fist as he started fucking your mouth in short, deep thrusts that hit the back of your throat every time. The messy sounds of your gagging and the slick glide of both cocks using you filled the air while he snarled:
“Take it harder, both of us at once. That’s my greedy little slut, dripping down your thighs while you choke on my cock and get your pussy ruined.”
The desk creaked steadily under the building force, your body rocking between them as both men used you harder and faster, moans turning broken and desperate around Hoseok’s cock while your thighs shook and your pussy clenched tight around every punishing thrust Yoongi gave you.
Your body started shaking harder between them, thighs trembling violently as Yoongi kept slamming into you from behind and Hoseok fucked your mouth in the same relentless rhythm. The wet slap of his hips against your ass mixed with the messy gagging sounds coming from your throat, and your pussy clenched tighter and tighter around his cock with every thrust.
Then it hit you without any warning.
One second you were rocking between them, the next your entire body locked up. Your walls squeezed down around Yoongi’s cock in hard, pulsing waves, flooding him with fresh heat as you came suddenly and violently.
A broken, muffled cry tore out around Hoseok’s cock while your back arched sharply and your legs nearly gave out. Yoongi felt every ripple of it, the way your pussy milked him like it was trying to pull him deeper, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from following you right there.
“Fuck–good girl, that’s it.” he groaned low, slowing his thrusts immediately to long, gentle rolls while his hands rubbed soothing circles over your stinging ass. “Came so hard for me, baby… so fucking perfect.”
Hoseok eased out of your mouth slowly, still holding your hair but loosening his grip as he stroked the strands away from your damp forehead. “Easy, sweet girl. Breathe. You did so good for us.”
They both stilled completely, giving you time to come down. Yoongi stayed buried inside you for a few more seconds, feeling the last flutters of your orgasm, then carefully pulled out with a wet sound. Hoseok helped you straighten up, both men moving gently and steady now. Yoongi slid one arm under your knees and the other around your back, lifting you easily against his chest while Hoseok stayed right beside him, one hand resting on your thigh to keep you steady.
The short walk to the couch felt quiet after the intensity.
Yoongi lowered you onto the cool leather surface, letting you stretch out on your back while the fabric chilled your overheated skin. Your chest still rose and fell fast, eyes glassy, but you blinked up at them and gave a small, reassuring smile.
“I’m okay.” you whispered, voice hoarse but clear. “Really. Just… needed a second.”
Hoseok pulled his shirt off over his head in one smooth motion, the fabric soft and warm from his body. He used it to gently wipe the sweat from your forehead, then down your neck and across your chest, careful around your sensitive nipples.
“Good. We’ve got you.” Hoseok whispered with a concerned frown between his brows.
Yoongi walked over to the mini fridge in the corner and grabbed a cold water bottle. He came back, unscrewed the cap, and held it to your lips, tilting it slowly so you could take small sips. His free hand brushed damp strands of hair off your face while you drank.
After a quiet minute you looked between them, still catching your breath, and asked with a soft laugh in your voice:
“Have you two ever shared someone like this before?” you grinned, cute and mischievous. “You’re so… in sync. It feels like you’ve done it a hundred times.”
“Never.” Hoseok shook his head, still gently wiping your skin with his shirt.
“Guess being in sync comes with the job.” Yoongi smiled down at you, still holding the water bottle close by in case you wanted more.
“Years of knowing exactly how the other thinks must help.” Hoseok chuckled softly, folding the shirt and setting it aside. “But no one else has ever been between us like this.”
Yoongi felt something shift in his chest while he watched you catch your breath on Hoseok’s couch; something heavier than the heat still buzzing under his skin. This wasn’t just sex anymore, maybe it never was in the first place.
Not with the way you looked up at both of them, soft and trusting after you came so hard you nearly collapsed. He knew, deep down, that after tonight he would never be able to look Hoseok in the face again without remembering exactly how your pussy had clenched around him, how your moans had vibrated around Hoseok’s cock, how perfectly the three of you had moved together.
The thought should have felt strange, maybe even wrong, but right now it only made his cock throb harder.
You set the water bottle on the floor and reached for Hoseok without warning, fingers curling into the back of his neck as you pulled him down into a long, slow kiss. Your mouths moved together deep and unhurried, tongues sliding visibly between your parted lips. The sight alone made Yoongi’s cock twitch painfully against his stomach, impossibly hard just from watching you taste his best friend like you couldn’t get enough.
Yoongi chuckled low, the sound warm despite the worry still sitting in his chest. “Easy, baby. We’ve got all night.”
You smiled against Hoseok’s mouth, the curve of your lips clear even while you kissed him, then pulled back just enough to look at Yoongi with pure mirth sparkling in your eyes.
“I haven’t said my safe word yet.” you shrugged lightly, one shoulder lifting like it was the simplest thing in the world. When Yoongi still didn’t look fully convinced, you turned your head toward Hoseok. “Tell him, Seok.”
“Told you this girl was something else.” Hoseok answered with a simple shrug that mirrored yours, already moving to sit properly on the couch. He wrapped one hand around his cock and gave it a slow stroke, eyes locked on you. “She can take it. I’ll let you know when she can’t.”
That was all the permission you needed, apparently.
You moved before either of them could guide you, climbing onto Hoseok’s lap in reverse so your back faced his chest and your ass settled against his thighs. Your hand reached back between your legs, fingers wrapping around his long cock to line him up with your entrance. Then you sank down on him slowly, taking every inch at your own pace, hips rolling in a deliberate circle once he was buried deep. The wet heat of your pussy swallowing him made Hoseok groan behind you, but he kept his hands on your waist and let you set the rhythm, trusting you to show them you were really ready.
Yoongi stayed standing right in front of the couch, cock level with your face. You reached for him immediately, greedy little thing, one hand closing around his girth while your mouth opened and took the head between your lips, sucking gently as you started moving your hips faster on Hoseok.
Your tongue swirled around Yoongi’s tip in lazy strokes while you rode his best friend, dictating the pace with confident rolls of your hips that had Hoseok’s breath coming shorter.
Hoseok’s hand slid up your back and around to your throat, fingers resting lightly at first, then applying gentle pressure, just enough to make your pulse jump under his palm without cutting off your air.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Ride my cock just like that.” Hoseok sounded fucked out again, head tipping back against the couch. “Use me while you suck Yoongi off. Such a greedy little slut, taking control and still looking so fucking perfect.”
You moaned around Yoongi’s cock, the sound vibrating down his shaft as you took him deeper, hand stroking what your mouth couldn’t reach. Yoongi couldn’t stop himself, pulled off your mouth and leaned down to kiss you hard. Kissing you was becoming one of his favorite things in the world, even when he could taste the mix of spit and pre-cum on your lips.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Yoongi murmured between kisses, voice soft and steady as he fucked into your hands. “Look at you riding him so pretty. Keep going exactly like that. I love watching you take what you want.”
Hoseok’s grip on your throat tightened just a fraction more, thumb stroking the side of your neck while his other hand stayed on your hip, guiding you now that you had proven you could handle it. Your hips moved faster, the wet slap of your ass meeting his thighs filling the studio as you bounced on his cock and jerked Yoongi off in perfect rhythm, body caught between their heat and their hands while both men watched you lose yourself in it again.
Yoongi leaned in closer, his tongue sliding deep into your mouth as you kept pumping his cock with those expert hands; long, firm strokes that twisted at the head and squeezed just right at the base, pulling low groans from his chest every time. Your grip was perfect, slick from spit and pre-cum, and when your fingers slipped lower to cup his balls, rolling them gently then squeezing with just enough pressure, he felt the heat coil tight in his gut. The way you played with him there, massaging and tugging lightly, had his thighs tensing under the touch.
“Fuck, baby– you’re driving me crazy,” he warned, voice coming out raspy and rough, breath hot against your lips. “Keep that up and I’m gonna cum right here.”
You bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to sting, the sharp pain shooting straight to his cock and making it twitch in your fist. Then you pulled back just enough to look up at him, eyes dark and wicked, before lowering your head and taking him fully into your mouth again.
Your lips stretched tight around him, tongue pressing flat along the underside as you sucked hard and bobbed deeper, swallowing around the head until he hit the back of your throat. The wet heat and the way your cheeks hollowed drove him right over the edge. Yoongi’s hips jerked forward on their own, and he came with a low, broken groan, spilling thick and hot down your throat while you swallowed every last drop without missing a beat.
Hoseok’s fingers flexed lightly on your throat, feeling the muscles work under his palm. “Shit, I can feel you swallowing every bit of his cum, sweet girl,” he murmured, voice thick and approving. “Such a good little slut, taking it all like that while you ride my cock.”
Yoongi pulled back slowly, cock slipping free from your mouth with a wet pop, his chest heaving and skin flushed hot and sweaty from head to toe. He felt completely spent, legs shaky, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off you, lips shiny and swollen, a small trail of spit at the corner of your mouth, body still moving on Hoseok like you were made for this. You looked so fucking perfect, caught between them and still wanting more.
“Help me finish her off, hyung,” Hoseok said then, the honorific slipping out raw and unfiltered, proof his own control was cracking under the pressure. His hips were already bucking up into you harder, hands gripping your waist tight.
Yoongi didn’t hesitate. He reached down between your bodies, fingers sliding through the slick mess at your center until he found your swollen clit. He rolled it under his fingertips in tight little circles, pressing firm and steady while Hoseok thrust up into you over and over, the couch creaking under the force.
“Come on, baby,” Yoongi murmured close to your ear, voice a soft but still commanding. “Cum for us again. Let me feel you soak my fingers while he fills you up.”
The combined pressure hit you fast, your body tensed, back arching against Hoseok’s chest as your pussy clenched hard around his cock. You came with a sharp cry, creaming all over him in hot, pulsing waves that coated Yoongi’s fingers and dripped down Hoseok’s thighs. Hoseok followed right behind, hips slamming up one last time as he groaned deep and spilled inside you, cock twitching with every thick rope of cum that filled you completely.
Yoongi felt the haze of his orgasm still humming through his body, every muscle loose and warm as he watched you slump back against Hoseok's chest, your skin flushed and slick with sweat.
There was a tenderness blooming in his chest now, something soft and protective that made him want to wrap you up and keep you exactly like this; happy, satiated, eyes half-lidded with that quiet glow of satisfaction.
Hoseok's hand loosened on your throat, sliding down to rub slow circles over your stomach instead, his usual bubbly energy starting to peek through in the way his mouth curved into a lazy grin.
“Damn, sweet girl.” Hoseok said, voice light and teasing again, the hard edge from before completely gone. “You wrecked us both.”
You laughed softly, the sound breathless and content, head tipping back against his shoulder while your hand reached out to trace lazy patterns on Yoongi's thigh. Yoongi couldn't help but smile at the sight of you like that, sandwiched between them and looking so perfectly at ease.
Hoseok glanced up at him then, that familiar spark back in his eyes. "Wet wipes are in the bottom drawer of the desk, hyung.”
Yoongi grumbled under his breath as he turned toward the desk, pulling the drawer open and rummaging until he found the pack.
“This won't be enough to clean everything up,” Yoongi muttered, shaking his head at the sticky evidence still coating all three of you. But he grabbed them anyway and walked back, the cool air of the studio brushing his bare skin.
Hoseok shifted carefully, helping you lift your hips while Yoongi moved in close. As you slid off Hoseok's cock with a wet sound, Yoongi was right there, pressing a wad of wipes between your thighs to catch the thick drip of cum that started leaking from your fluttering pussy. His nose scrunched up at the mess, the warm stickiness soaking through the thin material onto his fingers.
You burst out laughing harder at the face he made, body shaking with it while you braced one hand on his shoulder. “This is what makes you squirmish? After everything that just happened?”
Yoongi shrugged, the corner of his mouth lifting despite himself.
“Shut up,” he said with the most gentleness he could gather, then leaned in and kissed you to make sure you did, slow and deep, lips moving gentle against yours until your laughter melted into a soft hum.
Yoongi pulled you fully into his arms after, turning so you both half-lay, half-sat on the couch, your back against his chest with his arms wrapped tight around your waist. The wipes landed with a soft smack on Hoseok's sweaty chest, and Yoongi grumbled: “Clean yourself up.”
Hoseok caught them with a chuckle, wiping down his thighs and cock without complaint, his movements quick and casual now that the intensity had faded. Yoongi held you closer, feeling your breaths slow and settle against him, your head resting back on his shoulder while his fingers traced light lines up and down your arm. The quiet wrapped around the three of you like a blanket, your body warm and pliant in his hold, every small shift of your weight reminding him how right this felt.
Once Hoseok finished cleaning up, he tossed the used wipes aside and scooted closer, laying his head gently against your thigh. Hoseok’s hand rested light on your knee, just enough to stay connected, eyes closing as he let out a content sigh.
You reached down and ran your fingers through his hair, the three of you tangled together in the afterglow, no words needed for the moment to feel complete.
Well, as it turns out, Yoongi had one thing to cross from his list of regrets.
